Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2018 11:51:26 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: My Mothers Friend (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/gFF) Adult Youth, oral anal, g/gFf This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: Copyright 2018 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. My Friends Mother By Jan After my mother divorced my father we were forced to move into an inexpensive one-bedroom apartment. My name is Candia and I was only ten- years-old at the time. Mother was an attractive 32- year-old, named Cathy. Mother found an office job as a secretary for a utility company to supplement the sporadic child support checks from my father. Mother became friends with a fellow secretary from the office she was close to mother's age and was also divorced with a daughter three years older than me. Her name was Rose and her daughter's name was Iris. The two of them developed a close friendship. They went shopping together and they started going out on weekends with each other. Mother was reluctant to go out, leaving me home alone. Rose assured Mother that Iris would be happy to have my company. One Friday evening Mother and Rose went out for an evening of drinking and dancing. Rose picked up Mother and me and returned to her one-bedroom apartment to leave me with Iris. I was impressed with Iris because she was so much more mature than me. She was not only taller than me, she was almost a woman. As a thirteen- year-old she had visible breasts and her hips were wider than her waist. She looked a lot like her mother. Rose was an impressive woman. She had a figure like an exotic dancer or a Playboy model. She was a brunette with long wavy hair that reached the middle of her back. There was always locks of her hair flowing over one of her ample breasts. She had a body that attracted horny men. Not that she had any interest in them. Iris' hair was just as long and her breasts were a 34-C, of course I envied them. I wanted to dress like her, but at my age my chest was as flat as a boy's. As soon as our mothers departed Iris suggested that we party with her mother's wine. I was thrilled that she was treating me as an equal. She poured a generous amount of red wine in a couple of glasses. When I took my first sip I didn't care for the taste, but I wouldn't admit it because Iris talked about how much she likes the taste. Iris asked me if I masturbated? I didn't know what the word meant, so Iris told me that masturbation is when you play with yourself by feeling your tit and using your hand to rub your pussy. I told her that my mother had always told me not to touch myself down there, other than to wipe myself. Iris assured me that it feels good and even better if someone else plays with you. She asked me if I would like her to show me how to do it. I thought it would be rebellious to do something my mother told me not to do, so I agreed. Iris assured me that it was fun to do it while naked. She proceeded to remove all of her clothes. I was fascinated at the sight of naked body. She looked almost mature to me. Her breasts were almost as my mothers, but her nipples were ringed with a much larger area of almost brown skin the color of her nipples. Iris told me that were called areolas. She placed both hands under her tits and lifted them and used her fingers to flip and toy with her rubbery nipples. She reached for my wrist and pulled my hand to her right tit. My throat was dry as I felt her firm pear-shaped breast and touched her nipple. I couldn't take my eyes off her naked body. She had a dark patch of pubic hair that was darker than my mother's, but she also had a tattoo of two cherries attached to a jointed stem just to the right of her pubic hair. I asked if it hurt to get the tattoo. Iris said that it hurt a little, but she liked having it. She assured me that she would someday have a large tattoo on her left thigh like her mother's. I was struck by the knowledge that her mother had a tattoo on her thigh fascinated me. Iris demonstrated for my benefit by using her fingers to part her labia to show me what her pussy looked like. She used her finger tip to play with her clit like she had done to nipples. That action was accompanied by sounds of pleasure that came close to sounds of pain. Then she stuck two fingers deep into her vagina and started frigging herself while jabbing her thumb into her clit. I was close enough to smell her wet pussy. It was a pungent odor that filled my nose. It made my mouth water. I didn't resist when she pulled my right hand down to her pussy. I replaced her fingers and masturbated her in the manner she has shown me. She eventually held her breath and announced that she was cumming. I thought I had hurt her the way her body quivered and shook. When she calmed down she took hold of my wrist and brought my fingers to her mouth and sucked on them and smelled them. Then she started playing with my little nipples. The nipples and areolas were not much larger than a boy's my age. My vulva was a puffy hairless thing with a simple slit down the middle. My labia were hidden in the crack. Iris slipped her finger between the moist crack and found my little clit and gently toyed at it. It was so sensitive that it hurt if she pressed to hard. She eventually stuck her index finger into my vagina and started frigging me. When her finger pressed against my hymen it hurt and I complained. Iris finger fucked me for a long time. As good as it felt I could cum the way Iris had. She assured me that I would have an orgasm in a couple of years, but I could enjoy being masturbated for hours. We were dressed long before our mothers returned. Iris and I became fast friends and any time our mothers went out we masturbated each other. We quickly progressed to oral sex on each other. There were plenty of times I slept over at their apartment. Iris and I would place a cot on the living room floor and sleep in each other's arm. We would quietly make love to each other after her mother went to bed. There came a morning when I saw Rose coming out of her bedroom and going to the bathroom naked. I was well aware of the size of her breasts but was overwhelmed by the size of them even her areolas were as big around of the mouth of a drinking glass and the nipples were as big as the tip of my index finger. In addition, I saw the tattoo on her left thigh. The tattoo of the face of a pretty woman with long hair covering the right breast with the left breast exposed and the areola was as large as Rose's. The head was surrounded with violet flowers. I couldn't resist asking Rose who the woman was. Rose paused on her way to the bathroom and placed her hand on her thigh. "That is a portrait of my mother her name was Violate. That was when I realized that the women in her family were named after flowers. It also dawned on me that the tattoo Iris told me about would be of her mother. The other thing I noticed was that there was folds of wrinkled skin protruding from the crack of her vulva. She excused herself and went into the bathroom to do what ever she needed to do. One evening when the four of us were having dinner together my mother complained that she needed to return to her old home town to close out her mother's estate, and didn't want to take me out of school for a week or more. Rose said, "Don't worry about that Iris and I would love to have Candia's company for as long as you need to be away." Mother couldn't thank Rose enough. We packed up enough of my clothes to keep me for at least a week. Mom packed her soft luggage and the three of us took her to the air-port to see her off. When the three of us returned to their apartment I was allowed to store my clothes in Iris's dresser and my hair brush and tooth brush in the bathroom. I assumed that Iris and I would sleep on the living room floor like we had always done, but Rose insisted that the three of us share the bed. Come bedtime the three of us got undressed for bed but Rose and Iris didn't put on nightgown as they got into bed. I put on my rayon nightgown and Rose got in the bed on the left side, and Iris allowed me to get into bed on the left and she got in bed behind me. I was very warm laying between the two warm bodies. I didn't know which way to face. If I turned my back to Iris she might think I was ignoring her and if I turned my back to Rose she might think I was flirting with Iris. I figured it would be safer to face Rose. While I was laying there, Iris reached around my body and started rubbing my pussy. It was very distracting and hard to keep quiet. Suddenly Rose rolled over facing me and kissed me on the mouth. I almost peed when I felt her hand on my chest and run down my body. She pulled me tightly against her body. I felt her large breasts pressing against my body. The smell of her perfume and body was very erotic. It surprised me when she lifted a tit and pressed her nipple against my lips. I found myself sucking on her nipple while Iris was still pulling up my nightgown and was playing with my pussy. Rose must have felt the back of Iris's hand rubbing against her body. I felt the two of them pulling up my nightgown above my breasts. While Iris was going down on me, sucking my pussy, Rose was cradling my head while I sucked on her tits. It was all overwhelming for me. Before it was over Rose mounted my face and ground her hairy pussy against my mouth, while Iris continued lapping at my pussy. All that week the three of us couldn't get enough sex. As soon as Iris and I got home from school we took off out clothes and masturbated each other until Rose got home from work. We would eat and make love to each other until the late hours. One evening Rose told us to get dressed and she took us to town. She took us to a tattoo parlor and showed the artist her tattoo on her thigh and gave him at photograph of herself and told him to created a portrait of her likeness on Iris's left thigh of her face along with a rose decoration as a background around the face. Then she picked out a picture of an Iris flower in a violate shade of blue to be tattooed on the inside of Iris's Right breast. Iris sat quietly while the artist tattooed the two tattoos. The iris went quickly. He covered it with Vaseline and taped gauze over it before starting on her thigh. There was a lot of shading done to create the portrait on Iris's thigh and then create the rose background. He did justice to the size of her tits. After he was finished he covered it the same way as the iris and admonished her not to scratch the tattoos. He gave her instructions about changing the dressing daily. The scabs would eventually come off on their own. I had never thought about my mother's relationship with Rose until the night Rose and Iris both made love to me. There had been plenty of times I had spent the night in bed with Iris and the two of them didn't come home until almost noon. After Rose made love to me I suspected that Rose had been fucking my mother. My suspicions were confirmed a few weeks after Iris's tattoos were heeled. One evening when the four of us were having dinner together Rose commented on the fact that Iris now sported the family traditional tattoos. Mom wanted to see the tattoos. Iris simply pulled her left breast out of her dress and showed Mom the tattoo of her name sake flower. It was colored with a brilliant violet blue and looked almost realistic. Then she lifted her skirt up to expose the tattoo of her mother's portrait on her thigh. Mother commented that the tattoo did justice to her looks and her tits. The roses were as well done as the violates behind her mother portrait. I noticed that Iris hadn't covered up her tit either. Rose asked Mom, "Are you ready to spend the night with Iris?" Mom said, "Are you really going to hold me to our agreement?" "Of course! We agreed that we would exchange daughters for the weekend! You're not going to back out now." Mom looked very nervous as she meekly said, "A deal is a deal. I greed so I will allow you to take Candia home with you and Iris will stay here with me. I was curious about what kind of deal Mom had made with Rose, but thought better about asking. Rose kissed Iris and took me by the hand as she allowed me to kiss Mom before leading me to her car. As we were headed to her apartment I asked what that exchange between her and my mother was all about. Rose calmly told me. "Your mother had discussed her having sex with Iris all weekend while I fucked you. I just held her to the agreement." When we got there she stripped the bed down to the fitted sheet. We removed all of our clothes and spend the weekend sucking pussy and fucking each other with dildos all weekend. I cried from the pain when she took my cherry. She even fucked my asshole that weekend. The apartment smelled of sex by the time Rose had to take me home. My asshole was still sore and I walked rather gnarly walking up to our apartment. When Mother answered the door and we entered Mother and Iris was still naked. Our apartment smelled strongly of pussy sex. Iris was lying on the couch with her body glistening of sweat. Mother's lipstick was smeared all around her mouth, and she was sweating too. They had obviously shaved Iris's pussy clean. Iris had to sit up to give us room to sit on the couch. Mom sat in her recliner facing us. Rose asked, "What did you think of Iris?" Mom smiled, 'She is every bit as good a lover as you." That was the first I heard anything about my mother fucking her friend. I eventually learned from Mother that Rose was grooming her at the same time Iris was seducing me. At least I no lo longer slept on the couch. Mom and I shared the full-sized bed with Mom. Iris and I remained close until Mom lost her job and we had to move to a new town. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@gmail.com.